Selena Monroe. A sheltered, spoiled, shy outgoing girl who also has autism she's oblivious to the world and how dangerous it is and what certain things is. She is 19 and never got out the house before she was homeschooled her whole life but she begg...
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It had been a few days since that late-night conversation.
Selena hadn't brought it up again — but she didn't need to.
Dave heard it in the way her voice softened when she said his name. He saw it in her eyes when she leaned into his chest during movies. Felt it in the longer kisses they shared. The way her fingers would brush over his hand, then hesitate like she wasn't sure if she was ready — but wanted to be.
He hadn't rushed. Would never.
But the shift was there. Subtle. Quiet. Building.
That Friday night, Selena came over after her one important class. Solani was staying at Dave's mom's house for the weekend, giving them a rare moment of peace. Just the two of them.
Selena was already in her softest pajamas — an oversized Spelman tee and cotton shorts that hugged her thighs. She'd kicked off her shoes at the door and padded barefoot into the living room, curls tied up in a loose pineapple.
Dave watched her from the couch as she moved around his place like it was her own — because it was, in every way that mattered.
She flopped next to him and curled into his side, draping her leg over his lap. He automatically placed his hand on her bare thigh.
"You smell good," he murmured into her hair.
"I used your body wash."
"That's cheating."
She giggled, then looked up at him. Her eyes were soft, searching.
There was a beat of silence before she whispered, "I've been thinking about you. All week."
Dave turned to face her, his hand moving to cradle her face. "Yeah?"
She nodded. "About what we talked about."
He brushed his thumb along her cheek, his voice a low hum. "And how you feel now?"
Selena swallowed, then placed her hand on his chest — right over his heart. "I feel ready. I want this. But I want you to take the lead. I trust you."
That trust... it nearly brought him to his knees.
He leaned in slowly, pressing his lips to hers — soft, patient, like he was still asking for permission.
Selena kissed him back, her fingers gripping his shirt. She shifted closer, straddling his lap with her knees on either side of him. Their kisses deepened, growing hotter, more urgent. Her hips instinctively rolled forward, and he let out a low groan into her mouth.
"You sure, baby?" he asked again between kisses, voice rough with restraint.
